"They are all positive," Serena sighed solemnly.

"No!!! Check them again! Check them again, Serena!" Blair screamed as she paced around her bathroom in a frazzled fashion. "We haven't looked at the E.p.t.s yet."

Serena grabbed Blair's hand to halt her in what must have been her 14th lap around the bathroom. She put her hands on Blair's shoulders and looked her straight in the eye and said, "Blair, babe, I'm sorry. We have checked every test. Every single one is positive."

Blair shook out of Serena's grasp. She then crossed her arms at her chest and huffed, " These tests are defective then, go buy some more! Different brands this time."

"Blair!!!" Serena yelled and rolled her eyes, as she put her hands back on her best friend's shoulders.

"You have tried 7 First Responses, 4 Clear Blue Easys, and 5 E.p.t.s. There are 2 tests in each box. You've taken 32 pregnancy tests and each one is positive! You don't need to buy any more tests, you need to see an OB GYN!"

Blair crumbled. She sobbed in Serena's arms.

xoxoxoxo

2 weeks later...

Blair and Serena were strolling down Central Park on a quiet Sunday morning. It was the beginning of spring, the sun was out, but it was still a little chilly. They both had on light jackets and scarves. They were strolling with there arms linked together. Both girls had sad looks on there faces.

" You're 100% sure that Chuck is the father?" Serena asked.

" Yes," Blair said as she looked down at the cement path that they were walking on. "My doctor was able to pin-point the exact date of conception. It happened three weeks before I slept with Nate. Chuck is the father."

" So weird, Chuck is so particular about always wearing a condom."

Blair sighed, " Well, it broke."

"Have you told him yet?"

" Why should I? If I tell him, he is either going to compare me to his dad's sweaty old horse, or he will say its Nate's. For the cherry on top, he'll text the whole situation to Gossip Girl."

" You don't know that for sure, B. He has to have a heart in there somewhere, its just........dead. Something tells me that you are going to make his heart come alive."

Blair rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"You can roll your eyes all you want. Bottom line, he is the father and he has the right to know."

"I know."

xoxoxoxo

45 minutes later...

"Gosh! There he is... How am I going to say this?" Blair thought to herself. She had sent Serena away after their talk in the park. She texted Chuck and asked him to meet her by the pond, where she and Dorota used to feed ducks when she was little. She knew she needed to tell Chuck. He had the right to know. She was completely petrified about what he could say to her. Would he be understanding? Would he be his usual pompous, jerk self? Her knees started to shake in anticipation. Before she knew what was happening, they gave out. She was about to come face to face with grass and mud when a strong pair of arms caught her.

"Easy!!!" Chuck yelled, a little exasperated, he had to run to catch her before she fell completely. "What is the matter with you?" He caught her from the side. When lifted her up to a standing position, he turned her towards him. He kept his arms around her small waist and held her tightly to his chest, he looked at her with concern in his eyes. Blair had a shocked and dazed look on her face. She cleared her throat, stood up straight, and quickly removed herself from his arms. She turned so her back was to him.

Chuck stood there for a second staring at the back of Blair's head. The anger rose from his toes to the top of his head. He crossed his arms and spoke in a sarcastic, fake-girly voice, "Thank you so much, Chuck, for catching me before I fell face first into the ground. I really appreciate the fact that you saved me from that mud bath.

"Thanks." Blair said shortly. Her back was still to him.

"You texted me, Waldorf?" Blair didn't answer. This made Chuck more pissed. " 'Please come,' you said. 'It's really important,' you said. I said ' Can't you just text whatever it is to me?' 'No.' you said. 'We have to talk face to face' you said. I'm here, Blair. Now turn around, look me in the eye, and tell what is so damn important."

Blair turned around slowly and faced him. She gulped, closed her eyes and stuttered, "I......I......I'm......I......I'm pr...preg.......I'M PREGNANT!" She took a deep breath and looked down at the ground. " I'm pregnant, Chuck, and I am 100% sure that you are the father. You can asked my doctor if you'd like. The baby was conceived before I slept with Nate."

Chuck just stood there with his mouth wide open and his eyes glazed over. Now it was his turn to stutter, " B...B...But I used......I used......I used a condom. It's impossible."

"Obviously its very possible because its happening!" Blair shouted in an agitated voice.

"Are you going to take care of it?"

"WHAT?!?!"

"You can't possibly want to keep it, Blair, you're only seventeen. I'm still Sixteen. What are we going to do with a baby?"

"I'm not getting an abortion you asshole!" Blair turned again so her back was towards Chuck.

Chuck just rolled his eyes, "We're keeping it then? I will not allow you to put my baby up for adoption."

Blair turned back around and looked him dead in the eye with an angry and sarcastic look on her face, "You just asked me if I was taking care of it , because we're too young to be parents, and now it's your baby that I can't put up for adoption?"

" Abortion means that we can pretend it never happened. Adoption means that I will have a child somewhere in the world that I would know nothing about. I wouldn't know if my child was abused, neglected, hungry, scared, cold. I'd go crazy! Its either abortion or parenthood."

"I guess its parenthood then."